Arthur Manapov became my first man, and then he said we don’t suit each other and made me take pills so I wouldn’t get pregnant.
Three years have passed since then. He’s still fabulously rich, handsome, and changes models like gloves.
And I’m no longer the love-struck fool who catches every word of his. He’s set out to learn everything about my life, but my main secret I will keep at any cost.
Those pills bought back then didn’t work. I got pregnant and gave birth to a son.